"Who!"
The Undead Army leader, who was initially smug and complacent, suddenly had a slight change in expression!
Clang!
Taking advantage of the gap, Otniel Harsh smashed his spear down!
Directly forcing it open!
And then!
He quickly galloped beside Grace River.
"Prepare to engage the enemy! Let this ignorant group see the consequences of blocking my Undead Tribe!" The leader of the Undead Tribe turned back, glanced at the warrior nailed to the tree trunk, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
This power is no ordinary thing!
But at the sight of those coming down from the hillside, there were only a few dozen, just half their number.
Solar Smith, a sub-leader of the Undead Tribe, immediately regained his confidence.
"Kill!"
With his command, half of the undead charged towards the Wolf Cavalry like maniacs!
A distance of 500 meters, almost in the blink of an eye, the two groups collided!
Wilmer Percival's long blade whirled!
Silver lights cutting through the air!
